Gracie and Camellia
One of her eyes was a deep brown that seemed almost like a doe's eye, perfectly round. Her other eye was an ice blue and perfectly round as the other. Her hair was an ash blonde with violet purple streaks. Her body was perfectly in an hourglass shape with a delicate waist and barely any fat on her body. Her sister basically looked the same but with instead more almond shaped eyes, and one of them was an ice blue and the other jade green. Her hair was a jet black with fire engine red streaks that were rapidly fading. Both of them were equally beautiful and equally strong willed but still had many obvious differences. Like Camellia wears glasses but Gracie does not, and Gracie being a bit clumsier than her sister, and Camellia being more self-consciousness, and Gracie being somewhat of a control freak. Those differences were slightly obvious but there is one difference that is the most and that being they have completely different mothers. Most people thought them to be twins but in reality them having the same father is the only thing that makes them sisters.
Camellia looked into the mirror at her, at her fur covered self. She put on mascara, then a dark shade of blue lipstick, and put in contacts. She straightened out her neck length hair. After that she put on a jean cloche hat, a white t-shirt, a brown leather coat with light brown fur on the inside and a collar that covers half her face when pulled up, dark blue skinny jeans with a black belt to hold them onto her waist, and neon purple and orange high-tops. Once finished she grabbed her cellphone and shoved it into her coat pocket. She pulled up the collar covering her face and walked out the front door of her house. She walked down the small pathway that lead out to the side walk which was covered in a light layer of snow. She walked only five paces when she became pelted with snowballs.
"Maxwell!" She shrieked at a boy about ten or so who was hiding behind a tall pine tree. He looked out from behind the tree three other boys also looking out from behind other trees near the one Maxwell had hidden behind.
"What we're just playing." He said in an innocent little boy voice.
"Well go play somewhere else!" She said annoyed. Maxwell turned to the other boys saying something Camellia didn't bother listening to. The other boys then rushed off leaving Maxwell behind.
"You're leaving so soon?" His voiced had changed. It was now deeper, instead of a little boy's voice but it was a man's.
"When I told you I was leaving when did you think it would be?" She asked him.
"Later not sooner." She smiled. He smiled back then her smile disappeared.
"I want to thank you Maxwell, for helping me. If you hadn't I probably wouldn't be alive." She told him solemnly. He nodded his head.
"Things won't be the same here without you. I don't think I'll be able to keep up this charade much longer without you here." She looked confused.
"Why not?"
"Because-"
*BEEP BEEP* Camellia turned to see Gracie waiting in her green beetle "Bye Maxwell." She then turned and left.
"Because without you here what's the point." He thought to himself. He loved Camellia like a daughter and a sister.
"Hey aren't you coming!" Called the two other boys Maxwell had been playing with. His eyes started to glow slightly and a woman with short curly blond hair opened the door of the house.
"Maxwell, time to come in!" She called.
"Ok mom!" He called in his boy voice then ran over to her. He waved bye to his friends then went inside without another word. Once the door closed with a wave of his hand the woman disappeared and his eyes stopped glowing. He changed into his true form and then sat down on the couch he missed her already.
Little known to Maxwell, Camellia, and Gracie they were being watched by a figure that remained unknown to any of them for now.